It was the spring of nineteen ninety something on an early Saturday morning. Today was a special day for Cubby Wintour. It was his twenty-something birthday and he planned to live his best life, like he thinks he does everyday.

Each year back when he was a kid, he mother would come into his room and wake him up really early because of his birth time and she would tell him the story about the day that he was born. That was one of their favorite bonding times. Later the whole family would have a big meal and have lots of presents for him to open. Then they would sing him happy birthday, and have him make a wish and blow out his candles.

"I wish that one day, I would live in a big house in the big city," he said in his mind, as everyone would clap and cheer.

But years later, from the outside it seemed like his dream had come true. But in reality it came with a price.

It's eight in the morning when Cubby woke up from his three hours of sleep. It was true that he lived in a big luxurious apartment overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Unfortunately it wasn't his apartment after all. The house itself belong to his adopted mother Elektra-Abundance Wintour. That meant that he shared a house with her and with six other members.

Some days we missed waking up in his own bed in his old house in the suburbs. He would have his own closet and his own space to move around freely. Now, he sits up in his sleeping bag on the floor in the living room tucked away in the corner by a radiator. He looked around so see that everyone else hasn't woken up yet. He rubbed the back of his neck from laying on the hard wooden ground with no pillow. He sighed to himself.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Cubby," he said to himself.

He slowly got up and folded his sleeping bag, grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom. Once he closed the bathroom door he took some time to look into the mirror. His eyes almost bloodshot red, his hair messy and frizzy, and there's a zit on his forehead.

"Wonderful," he said, with a sigh.

After he had successfully showered and dressed in peace, he decided to make his family a big breakfast. Although he usually like to spend his birthday doing other things, but since he lives with his other Wintour family he wanted to have a meal with everyone and catch up. And that was the time for him to think of what he's going to wear for that night's ball.

He was thinking about making a grand entrance, with all eyes on him. He imagined himself being on the runway strutting his stuff, and slaying all of the other competitors.

"The category is...Twenty-something birthday realness," Pray Tell would say.

Cubby instantly thought about wearing a sexy red pants suit to walk the runway with some high heel boots. Everyone would take pictures, admiring his outfit, and applauding. He would walk up to the panelist and they all give him a score of ten.

"Yo, Cub!" Ricky snapped him out of his daydream. "You're food is burning!"

Cubby looked over at the spam burning in the pan.

"Shit!" he hissed as he rushed to the pan and took care of the situation.

"We haven't even been here a year and he's trying to burn down our house," Lemar said as he walked over to the counter.

"Shit," Ricky scoffed. "If that ever happen, Elektra would have his head on one of those deer mounts."

Cubby rolled his eyes as the two of them chuckled. By that time mostly everyone in the house was up and about.

An hour later, Cubby was setting the dining room table with his breakfast spread of spam, bacon, eggs, hash browns, oatmeal, cereal, and milk, along with some coffee and orange juice. He felt that he accomplished a very big task for the morning.

A few minutes later he was sitting right next to the head of the table waiting for the whole house to show up. Everyone trickled in to see what was going on. The smell of the deliciousness had them intrigued.

"Damn, I know you can cook, but I didn't know you were gonna do all of this," said Lemar.

"Oh, it's just a little something that I thrown together," said Cubby.

"So, what's the occasion?" asked Ricky.

A smile appeared on Cubby's face.

"Well," he said. "As you guys probably know today is my-."

Then all of a sudden Elektra appeared wearing her fur coat and carrying her purse ready to bolt out the door.

"Children, I'm off to get my nails done," she said.

Then she stopped to see Cubby grinning at her. She gave him a questionable look.

"What the hell is this?" she asked in her usual tone.

Cubby shrugged.

"What? I just made breakfast?"

Elektra raised her eyebrows.

"So, you're planning on eating it all by yourself?"

"What?!" said Cubby. "No, I made this for everyone. I thought that this morning we can chill and have a meal together."

The six members including Elektra exchange looks. Cubby stared at them with concern.

"Sorry to tell you dear," Elektra continued. "But I don't do breakfast here on Saturdays. Mama's got a lot to do today, we all have to get ready for the ball."

The smile disappeared from Cubby's face.

"Anyways, I gotta skedaddle," she said, as she turned to head out.

"Do you even know what today is?" Cubby angrily said.

Elektra turned back around.

"What?"

"You heard me!" Cubby said. "Do you know what today is!"

Elektra doesn't say anything.

"It's my goddamn birthday," Cubby said wearily. "You know, it happens once a year."

Everyone suddenly got the message. Then Elektra looked surprised.

"Oh, so it is your birthday, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah," Cubby said.

"Oh, I see," she nodded. "I see now...Oh yes."

Now everyone was staring at her.

"You know what," Elektra said. "I do have a present for you."

"Really?" Cubby hesitated.

"Oh, yes," Elektra. "In fact, let me go get it for you, my precious."

She rushes out of the dining room. Cubby looked shocked.

"Well," Cubby said. "That was a surprise."

The six members shrugged and said happy birthday.

"Happy birthday bro," Rick smiled nervously. "Sorry that we forgot."

Cubby smiled brightly as Elektra came back with a white envelope and handed it to him.

"Happy birthday, munchkin," she said with a fake grin."

"Thank you," Cubby said, not knowing what to say.

"I promise you will definitely like it," said Elektra, with a mischievous grin.

Cubby then happily took the envelope and ripped it open. He took out a piece of paper and read it. All of a sudden, a flash of shock and outrage came across his face. He glared back at Elektra.

"This is a gas bill!" Cubby snapped.

"Yes, it is!" Elektra shot back. "And it's due by the end of the month!"

"And how am I supposed to pay this?!" Cubby exclaimed.

"That's your problem, my dear," said Elektra. "You cooked in that kitchen, you pay for it. You're a grown ass man now welcome to the real world."

"Really?" Spat Cubby. "You're gonna do that to me?!"

"Yes!" said Elektra. "And you're welcome! Now if you'll excuse me! I'm running late to my appointment! Goodbye!"

And just like that she was out the door. Cubby then threw the envelope to the side.

"Ain't that about a bitch!" he spat.

He then shook his head and sighed. He looked up at the rest of the family.

"Well, at least I have you guys to keep me company," he smiled.

"Um...actually," said Lemar.

"We, kind of have other plans," said Ricky.

"What?" Cubby asked. "So, you all gonna ditch me too?"

"I would stay but I have a date to go to before the ball," said Ricky.

"And we have to get down to the mall to pick out some outfits," said Tess, one of the Wintour members. "Sorry."

She and the majority of the crew left the apartment.

"Are you gonna be okay?" asked Ricky.

Cubby nodded sadly.

Ricky smiled as he goes on his way. Lemar grinned as he takes a paper plate and started piling food on it.

"Okay birthday boy," said Lemar. "You look you put your foot in this! Yas hunty!"

Cubby ignored Lemar's words, he was too upset to care.

"You sure gonna make a man happy one day," said Lemar, putting the finishing touches on his plate. "You should do this more often!"

Cubby shakes his head. Lemar put another plate on top to cover his food.

"Well, thanks for the food," Lemar said. "Love you, bye!"

He then bolted out of the door. Cubby sighed as he poured himself some orange juice. He was now alone in this big luxurious apartment with no friends, no family, just him and the breakfast food.

"Happy birthday to me," Cubby said, as he took a sip of orange juice. "All alone...the story of my life."